Creeping, stabbing, heart so hollow, Too much reality for you to swallow, Wonder it is cruelty, To capture it in all it's beauty, You can break me, entertain
naked, alone, cold cobblestones they beat Him until the blood ran they brought Him to die, on a cross, up on-high with spikes through His feet and His
Go and get your prophets Gather all your fools The four-hundred fifty And then bring a couple bulls A little preperation So be sure and bring some tools
A Work of Love What could make a man go up On a cross to die for us Just when the devil's push had come to shove What could leave the empty grave Carrying
So scatter me across the road like pieces of broke turn signals and dance with me between these dotted lines as we try so hard to save our lives and we
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Creeping, Stabbing, Heart so hollow, Too much reality for you to swallow, Wonder it is cruelty, To capture it in all it's beauty, You can break me, entertain
So scatter me across the road like pieces of broke turn signals and dance with me between these dotted lines as we try so hard to save our lives and